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March 2013: Coming Clean

A sneaky gas station thief makes amends for way he used to roll

Years ago, I lived in an apartment next to a gas station. I was often broke and depressed, and I would go steal the toilet paper from its restroom. I did this many times during my short stay at that apartment. In my 18th year in AA, this theft came into my conscience, so I wrote it down on my inventory.

After a couple of meditations and conversations with other people, I called someone who gave me directions to the house where the past owners of the gas station lived. It was now 22 years later. I knocked on the door, and a friendly woman answered. I asked if “Paul” was... Login to read more
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